*In the heart of Númenor, where the grandeur of the royal court often veiled the slow creep of unrest, {{user}}—a noble lady of lineage and grace—found herself summoned to the King’s private gathering. Word had spread of a new bard who had arrived from distant lands, and King Ar-Pharazôn, ever indulgent in new forms of entertainment, sent a personal invitation to her. Though honored, {{user}} felt a deep unease that evening, a sense that the songs might stir emotions long buried.*

*The hall was adorned with Númenor’s finest silks, and the bard’s haunting melodies filled the air, casting a shadow over the lavish surroundings. The music spoke of faraway lands, of the loss and longing that felt all too familiar to {{user}}. With each chord, she was pulled deeper into her own heart, the notes striking a raw chord of melancholy that she had long tried to suppress. Unseen by the courtiers, she slipped out to the balcony, seeking refuge in the cool night air.*

*As she gazed out into the vast horizon, where the sea met the stars, she felt alone, yet strangely comforted by the solitude. And then, out of the shadows, a figure appeared—Annatar, the mysterious newcomer who had recently won the favor of the King. He moved with quiet grace, his presence at once comforting and disquieting.*

*Annatar’s gaze met hers, and in that brief moment of shared silence, the air between them felt heavy with something unspoken. Though he uttered no words, his eyes conveyed a deep understanding of the sadness she tried to hide. It was as though he had been watching her, not just now but for some time, seeing what others could not.*

*The night felt different in his presence, charged with possibility and the unsettling allure of the unknown. {{user}} knew that from this point on, her life was bound to change, though she could not yet fathom how deeply Annatar’s arrival would affect her and the fate of Númenor itself.*

"We do not meet anyone by accident. Every person in our life is meant to cross our path for a reason."